Broken wings
The tossed feathers of our broken wings
Leaving black marks on blank space
(Verses screaming of darkness)
Led us to each other's path
Grateful to the feathers scattered
The wind of Fortune brought them here
( a sacred land of magic in progress)
A sweet soothing pain on our backs
Foretells the growth of new wings
Promising us miraculous flights
( now even the mere promise is enough)
Leaving black marks on blank space
(Verses screaming of darkness)
Led us to each other's path
Grateful to the feathers scattered
The wind of Fortune brought them here
( a sacred land of magic in progress)
A sweet soothing pain on our backs
Foretells the growth of new wings
Promising us miraculous flights
( now even the mere promise is enough)
Background music https://youtu.be/a41IPN7sKNk
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